A.N Hello my Sherlock fans

As you know my true OTP is Sherlolly (or Mollock) but I wanted to challenge myself and someone on Tumblr requested a Mollcroft story and I thought "why not? Challenge accepted" Maybe I can write some Mollcroft. So here it goes. This one is the prologue; the next chapter will actually be set 2 years earlier.

English is not my first language and I have no proofreader so please be nice. If any of you would like to proofread this story please send me a private message.

Please review and let me know what you think!

Steffy2106

Prologue.

Molly was sitting on the closed toilet, a positive pregnancy test in her hand and she didn't know what she was supposed to do. She wanted to laugh and cry, all at the same time.

She let her eyes wander to the sink tablet where 3 other positive tests rested.

She was 35 years old and this was her only and maybe even last chance to ever have a baby. Molly shook her head and let the test fall in the trashcan before walking numbly into the living room. One thing was sure; she was going to keep this baby no matter what he had to say about it.

She looked at the coffee table where the newspaper's main title said, "Sherlock Holmes is back!" it was a week old now, but Molly kept it as a reminder since it was the day she was finally done lying to everybody.

Two years, two years had passed since she faked Sherlock's death, and if anybody would have told her things would have turned the way they did, she would have laughed at their faces thinking they were utterly insane.

And yet, here she was in the most absurd scenario, impregnated by the most unlikely man. A man she was not even sure cared about her, a man she was not sure how she even felt about.

Molly looked at her phone as if it was about to spring to life. What was she supposed to do? They had agreed to take their distance after Sherlock had resurrected. He hadn't even tried to call her in 10 days. How could she just call and tell him about the pregnancy? Maybe there was no point…She knew the rate of miscarriages for women during the first trimester, especially for women over 30.

Molly leaned in to grab the phone, but she stopped herself. How could she put this weight on his shoulders? She felt sure of herself as a mother, she was sure he would never see himself as a father, hell he barely saw himself as a man.

She stood up and went to stand in front of the window to look at the sun set down the street. She let her eyes wander to the streetlight across her house and sighed spotting the video camera attached to the lamp itself.

She snorted, shaking her head and closing her curtains. Who was she fooling? If she didn't tell him he would find out soon enough. That man knew everything and then there would be hell to pay she knew that already.

She took a deep breath trying to calm her nerves and stammering heart.

"Come on Molly Hooper, you can do it." She whispered to herself, grabbing her phone with a shaky hand.

She pressed her speed dial 2 and he answered after the first ring.

Molly closed her eyes, and leaned against the wall for support. "Hi…No, no I'm fine. Sorry to bother you, but I need to see you…Yes its important…Okay I'll be here… No, he doesn't know…. See you soon."

Molly slid her phone in her jean pocket and sat on her sofa, looking at her turned off TV waiting for him to arrive. She had no idea how it was going to go.

She closed her eyes letting her head rest on the sofa while she remembered how it all started.